Help! I became a hot mom and taught my husband to be a bad kid

Lan Jia received flowers twice this week, but she still didn't know who sent them. They were cards with printed text.

The last time I wrote, "It's getting cold, remember to wear more clothes!" It's like what a parent would say to their child, and it's also reasonable if you have a considerate husband.

Lan Jia thought it was a gift from Su Tingxi. When she went out in the morning, Su Tingxi specifically asked her if she was wearing thermal underwear. He also said that since she would only be photographed with her upper body, it didn't matter if her lower body was a little bloated.

Unexpectedly, flowers were sent to her in the afternoon as a reminder. She took a selfie holding the flowers and sent it, "Thank you, husband!"

Su Tingxi repeatedly denied the rumors, saying that this was not a gift from him.

Today is another bouquet of flowers, "Love is like autumn water flowing in my heart!"

A colleague who is close to her jokingly said, "Professor Su is such a romantic! Who would have thought that a scientist would say such words?"

Only she herself knew that this was not a gift from Su Tingxi!

A person who even copied his proposal lines from his senior brother would never say such a thing!

"Oh, Sister Lan Jia, your husband really loves you. He sends flowers every few days. Those who know that he is a university professor would think that he is a wholesale flower seller~" Zhuang Wei giggled and reached out to touch the flowers.

"Do you like it? Here you go." Lan Jia stuffed the flowers into her arms.

Everyone in the News Department had noticed that Zhuang Wei had become more active since Wen Song and Lan Jia returned from their business trip to Hai City. An intern could certainly offer their own opinions and suggestions, but they wouldn't be so dictatorial as to dictate the work of their seniors.

This isn't about young people being ambitious and ambitious, but rather about being ignorant. Whether it's traditional news production, editing, or broadcasting, or the fast-paced, fast-paced nature of new media, a comprehensive set of theoretical knowledge is required. Otherwise, why would so many universities offer these majors? Theory is fundamental, but practice is even more crucial.

Only through long-term front-line experience and tempering can one acquire a full range of skills.

But after a few days, she returned to her original humble and eager-to-improve self. I guess Director Wen had an in-depth conversation with her alone.

Zhuang Wei placed the bouquet on Lan Jia's desk and said, "Sister Lan Jia, how can I take someone else's love away?"

She didn't want to take away Lan Jia's love, what she wanted was to take away the love that Lan Jia felt.

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Lan Jia might not mind if it was just one time of sending flowers, but this was already the third time, and she had to think about it.

She firmly believes that she is just a news anchor, who appears dignified and steady in front of the camera, and broadcasts major international and domestic affairs concerning people's livelihood.

There are definitely no crazy fans who are obsessed with her like this. There are many people who like to watch the news, but there are very few people who like the news anchor because of this.

In the evening, Lan Jia told Su Tingxi about this.

"I don't know who sent it to me, but I'm afraid it's someone with bad intentions." She was clever and intelligent. She thought about the three flower cards together and said worriedly, "I guess this matter isn't over yet."

"What do you mean?" Su Tingxi put down the book in his hand.

"Forget it. I don't know who it is anyway, so I can only wait and see if there's any follow-up. I didn't pay much attention to it the first two times, but today I went to the flower shop where I ordered the flowers and checked. They used a virtual number, and there's no record of them, so this person didn't order from the same flower shop."

Su Tingxi was silent for a moment, "Virtual numbers can also be tracked, tell me the number."

"So strong?"

The man only needed a simple sentence, and he would find the underlying perversion from the root. He did not have the ability to call the wind and rain, nor was he a macho man who rolled up his sleeves and fought with others.

But if his wife is harassed, he will use his professional ability to solve the problem for her and he will always be her support.

"Of course, certain procedures must be followed, otherwise it would be illegal." Su Tingxi was unable to explain the principles and logic behind this to her, but only told her how to do it.

"I thought Professor Su would break the law for me. It seems his love is not deep enough." Lan Jia said deliberately. For Su Tingxi, it would be particularly interesting to act coquettishly occasionally.

Su Tingxi held her in his arms, inhaling the fresh and tranquil camellia scent on her body, and it was difficult for him to calm down. He couldn't help but tilt his head and lift her chin. The woman's face was just the right amount of red, not too much or too little, seductive like a vixen. He kissed her on the lips, "Want to try something illegal?"

No, no, how can you play so wildly?

We are all husband and wife, so let’s talk it out nicely.

We can discuss it!

Don't come and make people feel overwhelmed!

Lan Jia knew that Su Tingxi was just talking without thinking and would not really do anything. He had always been a modest gentleman and fully respected her in this matter.

But once this matter started, the strength and ruthlessness that followed could no longer be controlled by his gentlemanly heart.

The atmosphere has arrived.

Adults no longer hide things.

Everything falls into place...

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Lan Jia stood up. Su Tingxi sighed, put on his clothes, and pulled the quilt over his lower body. He couldn't let the children see...

Su Yuze stood at the door, "Mom, are you a vixen?"

"What?" Lan Jia was completely bewildered by the question. She had heard Wang Yifan and his son talk about fox spirits before, but her son clearly didn't know the term had a specific meaning. He thought Sun Wukong could easily deal with one blow.

Su Tingxi was even more shocked. Did his son have the ability to read minds? He had just thought his wife was a vixen, and he knew it so quickly. Wasn't he already asleep?

"Today, someone said that Lin Yueran's mother is a vixen. I think her mother is very nice and even gave me food." Su Yuze hugged Lan Jia's waist again, "Mom, you are so nice, could you also be a vixen?"

This... of course not.

Su Tingxi: It can be considered as the skill of charming people, right? It is a positive thing, absolutely not a negative thing.

Su Yuze didn't wait for Lan Jia's answer. He suddenly jumped onto his parents' big bed, turned over, and pressed his legs directly on Su Tingxi's waist and abdomen, moving down a little bit.

"Ah~" Su Tingxi's scream only uttered one syllable before being suppressed by him.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I, I have a toothache!"

"Ah, let me blow for you, huh~huh~huh~"